Christopher's POV
"f**k!" I yelled, throwing my fist into the wall, my bones cracked with astounding pain that shot through it.
"How dare he!" I yelled, kicking the glass table in front of me to its ruin.
"Christopher," Amanda called from outside, her voice as feeble and weak as it always has.
"You don't have to get all flared up because of Abigail, because of that bitch..." She drawled, stepping closer to hold me.
"Shut the stupid f**k up and get away from me!" I cussed, throwing her hands off me.
She plopped back to the floor, letting out a startled gasp as she scrambled away from me.
Trembling with rage, I ran a hand through my hair, my chest heaving. Abigail. That traitorous b***h. After everything I had given her, after all the years she had spent by my side, she was throwing
